Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.